"Oh, how can he do it, Diana? I think it's dreadful—to—to hurt people——"
"He doesn't hurt them, dear."
"But it's horrid. I—I hate it."
"Betty!"
"I—I shan't ever let him talk about it to me." The child's breath was coming quickly. "Never—never—never, when we are married—and I'm going to make him give it up——"
"Give it up?" Diana's voice rang clear and sharp. "Give what up?"
"His surgery. I didn't mind the other—when he came to mother and gave her medicine in bottles—but this is different, and the women here——Why, Diana, some of them looked in at the door, and they were—freaks."
"They're sick, dear."
"I don't like sick things. I loved mother, and I could stand it, but Anthony mustn't let me see such people—not now, so soon after——!"
"Hush, Betty! Oh, you shouldn't have come in. We'll go now and have a long ride with Justin, and to-night you'll see Anthony—and some day you'll realize what a great man he is."